The crowd scread in panic.
"What happened?" Titus Quinn shouted angrily, his cane striking the ground heavily,
How could such a thing happen at the Quinn family’s banquet!
lody Thorne’s heart was pounding. Just as Titus Quinn backed away, she had a bad premonition. When she looked up and saw the crystal chandelier, her first instinct was that it would fall, and to her surprise, it did fall.
Jared Quinn also ran toward her. If she hadn’t dodged just now, it would have been Jared who got hurt. She instinctively looked toward Titus Quinn. He had already walked up to her and said, "Sister-in-law, were you scared?".
The calm inquiry made lody Thorne want to go crazy. She had a strong feeling that it had sothing to do with Titus Quinn?
"Were you scared?" Jared Quinn picked up her legs in his arms, his face was now a mask of coldness.
"lody, how are you? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Harold Chapman walked over, supported by the butler.
"I’m fine, I’m fine, Grandpa," lody Thorne cald down.
"Investigate who arranged this place today and who was supervising it," Jared Quinn commanded, his handso face covered with a layer of frost, his deep voice resounding in the hall.
"Yes, yes," the butler quickly left to instruct the servants to clean up and brought in the people who arranged the hall today for the banquet.
"Ha, I originally wanted to attend the banquet and have a good ti, but I didn’t expect it, this banquet actually turned into a trial for the accused," Rosalyn Quinn sneered sarcastically, "Isn’t that person unhard? Is there a need to be so furious? Mistakes are inevitable."
The Quinn family mbers were watching, and the Quinn Lady naturally wanted to make this a trivial matter, "Jared, I think we should let this go, lody is fine too."
"No," Jared Quinn said coldly, sitting on the sofa with lody Thorne in his arms.
The old Mr. Quinn also sat down, "We almost lost my granddaughter-in-law’s life. Even if no one got hurt, soone might have been left half-paralyzed. This matter cannot be dismissed lightly."
Several people standing in the hall felt a chill down their spines, sweat dripping uncontrollably. Who could have foreseen such a thing?
They paid attention to everything in the venue but not the lights.
"The lights must be old," Titus Quinn stood by the elder Mr. Quinn, "I rember it’s been more than ten years."
So does he want to imply it was an accident?
With so many relatives and friends present, it’s unlikely anything could be found out, and they might not have noticed anything either.
"Indeed, this light has been here for over ten years, perhaps it has aged," Rosalyn Quinn also spoke up.
lody Thorne gently tugged Jared Quinn’s sleeve, "Why not let Harold Chapman take them away, the banquet isn’t over yet, we shouldn’t affect everyone’s mood. People with Harold will surely get quick results."
"Is it necessary to bother Harold for such a small matter?" Rosalyn Quinn snorted coldly again, "Don’t act so delicate. If people go to Harold, won’t there be a strict interrogation? If it really was due to aging, isn’t that a sin?"
"Aunt, although this lamp is indeed more than ten years old, isn’t The Sterling Palace using the sa kind of chandelier? It has been there for decades without signs of aging. Anyway, it’s better to investigate," lody Thorne spoke up.
This kind of chandelier is imported from Elysia, costing over a million dollars, so it shouldn’t be due to aging.
"What if it is?" Rosalyn Quinn was sowhat displeased being questioned by a younger person here.
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